Emily and the Priest Read Online Free Page B

stop it.
    Emily wrapped herself around him, arms and legs and everything, her hungry mouth searching for his. He groaned in protest, trying to peel her off, but she stuck fast, knocking them both off balance, and he stumbled back against one of the pews.
    “Oh no…” he managed, sitting with Emily in his arms, straddling him now, her plaid skirt riding up, the crotch of her panties rubbing against his zipper as they rocked together. “Oh God, please, I’m begging you. Don’t do this. Don’t… ”
    “But you want to. I can tell,” she whispered, feathering hot kisses over his neck, where no collar kept them at bay. His erection was a swollen heat between them.
    “Just because we want to… doesn’t mean we should,” he gasped, grabbing onto her hips to try and still her.
    “So you do want to.” Emily smiled. “You really think I’m pretty?”
    “Oh Emily, yes. ” He lowered his forehead to her breasts, breathing deep and giving a tortured sigh. “ Yes, yes, you’re beautiful. Exquisite. ”
    She couldn’t believe her own daring, knowing full well where they were, but her uniform blouse came undone easily.
    “Do you like my breasts?” she asked, cupping them in her bra like an offering. The light in the chapel was hazy and a slat of sunlight fell across her chest, blinding them both.
    “Oh God.” He stared, dazed, on perfect eye-level. “ Yes, sweetheart. Yes.”
    “My nipples get hard when you play with them. Like this.” She rubbed her thumbs over them through her bra, shivering at the sensation. He moaned, shaking his head in denial, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off what she was doing.
    “They’re pink,” she confessed. “ But they get redder and redder the more you play with them. Want to see?”
    He gasped as she reached around to unfasten her bra. “No… oh no…”
    “Are you sure?” She unhooked it easily, sliding the straps down her shoulders. Her breasts were heavy and rounded, the skin around her nipples puckered, making them stand at attention.
    “Oh my God, they’re beautiful,” he breathed, and she felt his grip tighten on her hips, as if they had wandering minds of their own and he was fighting the force of it.
    “Do you want to touch them?” She arched, pressing closer, her left nipple just inches from his lips.
    “Yes.” He groaned, shaking his head, turning it aside as if he could deny her. “No, no…”
    But it was no use. His palms slid up over her ribcage to cup one in each hand.
    “Oh yes… squeeze them together like that… ohhhhh…” Emily moaned, arching her back.
    “This is so wrong…” He whispered his words against the soft press of her breasts, showering kisses over her cleavage.
    “Suck them, Father,” she begged. “ Suck my nipples.”
    He buried his face in her breasts like a drowning man diving into a pool of fresh water, drinking her in with every gasping breath as Emily wiggled in his lap. His tongue bathed each nipple in turn, making her hips buck up against his in response.
    “Yes! Oh yes! Oh that makes me so hot!” she gasped, reaching for and finding one of his hands. “Feel it. I’m on fire.”
    He groaned, shaking his head between her ample cleavage, but she moved his hand to cup her mound under her skirt, feeling how damp her white cotton panties had grown.
    “You’re so hard, Father Mark,” s he whispered, rocking herself against his crotch. “Have you ever…?”
    “No…” he croaked.
    “Can you imagine what it feels like?” She pull ed her panties aside, her brown-fur-covered mound pulsing with heat. “Put your finger in.”
    He groaned. “No, Emily, I can’t…”
    “Just your finger,” she pleaded. “ That can’t be too bad of a sin, can it?”
    Curling her hips forward, she felt his finger slip inside her sheath. He moaned and his cock jump ed against her in response.
    “See? So soft and wet and slick…” she murmured, rolling her hips. “What must it feel like to slide inside , do you think